This week has been a real whirlwind for me, first because of all the unexpected contact with guys from my past over the weekend. Then, as soon as I got to work yesterday I had a missed voicemail from my stepmom, saying my dad was in the hospital. She didn’t leave much detail, only saying that he was bitten by a snake twice, he was ok, but would be in the hospital over night.
So I started to freak out and basically got nothing done at work yesterday. It took me forever to get ahold of them and when I finally did they were just kind of ho hum about it. Apparently my dad was with my grandpa at his country cabin and my dad was mulling around in a wood pile and when he pulled his hand out and it was gushing blood, swollen, and had 4 fang marks where the blood was coming from. My grandpa had some kind of venom extraction do-hickey at his cabin so they tried that, but it didn’t work so they took my dad to the hospital where his motor skills were becoming slow and he was having trouble breathing… the works.
He didn’t see what kind of snake bit him, but they could tell from the side effects that it was venomous. He is ok, he gets to go home in the late morning and I still hate snakes. I mean really… could anything else bad happen with snakes? Oh right, I forgot to mention that over the weekend when Betty was visiting she wanted to make sure the snake was in the cage and we discovered that in fact it is not and Doogie has yet to inform anyone, but took the liberty of shutting off the heat lamp to save some energy and a few bucks.
So I told Anth that because of what happened to my dad it’s totally justifiable that I murder Doogie’s snake if it’s ever found…. and he told me that I need to reevaluate what is a big deal and what isn’t. I mean…. my dad being in the hospital is a big deal, fucking asshole. He claimed that me hating Doogie’s snake wasn’t a big deal because it’s a boa and it can’t do anything to me. But, the simple fact that I could wake up in the middle of the night to that thing trying to choke me out because Doogie is so careless with it is plenty of reason to be afraid of it and want it dead. I stand by my opinion – Anth’s an asshole!
Anyway… exactly 11 weeks from today I leave for Hawaii!! And that means I am getting down to the diet crunch time. I’ve been slack assing on the working out because I’ve been super stressed at work, but I made the decision to make myself work out every day for the next 11 weeks and then after that I can go back to being fat.
So, if anyone wants to join my weight loss crusade I’ve done some research and here’s how it’s going down. 3500 calories = 1 pound. But, you don’t lose a pound just by cutting 3500 calories out of your diet… it has to be a 3500 calorie deficit. So you start with your resting (or basal) metabolic rate… I’m going with 1200 calories per day, but here’s a link to find yours in case you aren’t a 26 year old, 120 pound, 5 foot 3, female.
So every day my base calorie intake is 1200 calories, anything over is weight gain and anything under is weight loss. To lose 1 pound a week I need to either burn 500 calories a day by exercising or only eat 700 calories. So I’m going to need some ideas from everyone on low calorie foods that I can eat a lot of because only lazy days when I don’t want to work out I’m going to need some tasty ideas!
I ordered this Victoria’s Secret seashell/mermaid bikini
I was pretty disappointed last night when I tried it on and it didn’t look the same on me as it does this girl… so, operation lose a pound a week from now until I leave for Hawaii is in full force.
Any dieting tips/staying strong advice/words of wisdom anyone has…give it to me!